Sono solo nello spazio senza te.

This is my cover of Elton John's "Rocket Man".  It isn't perfect but if you could see how many failed attempts are currently on my iPad you would understand why I just went with this one.  Hope you enjoy it!  It will also be in the music section of course!  (Click "La Mia Musica" on this ---> side bar or just go here.)

Ai miei amici (comprendete per favore): la vita è più di dolore.

I miei pensieri di te

Hello Blog.  I have a lot to talk about I guess.  I went on an adventure and bought some new clothes, including a new jacket which is really quite nice.  I feel like I'm lacking in adventures that I can retell with any sort of humor.  I did buy some tickets to Devine Comedy, a comedy act at BYU, for this Friday with the hopes that it'll force me to ask someone on a date.  Who knows if that'll work out or not.  I bought them because my Grandpa almost begged me to find a girl.

He looked me in the face with his wise but obviously very lonely eyes and said "Don't be alone; man wasn't meant to be alone.  You don't have to worry about money.  When I got married I had a pretty little lady whom I loved but not a penny to my name."

I worry about how much longer he will be here with us.  He is probably the most honorable figure in my life in terms of spirituality and loving his spouse.  I have always dreamed of finding what he had with my Grandma.  I figure now may be the time to get started.  Even all of my closest friends have been getting married lately.  I never cared much before, but now there is just something bothering me about being 'the last'.  Of my closest friends throughout my life, I am very nearly the last to find someone and I have yet to do that.

Anyway, I don't care all that much, because I have always been an optimistic fatalist, even though many of my day to day attitudes seem to indicate apathetic pessimism.

At least I'm no longer depressed like last month.  That song I wrote ("Gold and Blue") kinda healed me.  Its hard to describe but, writing that song felt like drawing poison from my blood.  As soon as it was finished my heart felt at ease again after very nearly a full month of iridescent hopelessness.  Iridescent because it seemed so attractive an attitude at the time.

Anyway, on to the obligatory picture which must accompany every post.

Eerie isn't it?

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Ok, so, since that stuff is all old I will just continue underneath this ^^^^ beautiful hash mark I made with my knowledge of HTML code.

AAAAAAAnyway...I went to DC with my dance partner and my roommate bombed out and couldn't get a girl so two of my four tickets went to waste.  Plus my plan to force myself to ask some random girl out bombed because I chickened out / didn't find any random girl I liked and asking my dance partner wasn't really much of a challenge.  But, on the bright side, DC did use a skit that I made with some mission friends for a ward Christmas party.  It was about a paparazzo taking a picture of Santa Claus and then the director forcing us to do it over and over again using different themes.  DC made a few changes here and there, but it was way cool to see them perform our skit.  ^_^  Maybe I should've charged royalties...at least ten bucks to make up for the amount of money I wasted on those two extra tickets.

Oh, and a glow stick exploded on my hands...soo...if I get hand cancer that will be the reason this blog dies out.  That or I just get too lazy...both are plausible at this point.

What else what else what else...Notwithstanding the fact that I'm likely to fail at least one class this semester, I am excited for school to end.  I do of course worry what to do with my life, but let's think about that tomorrow.  Today lets think about...fishing...or...music...or...bicycles...or pretty much anything but real life. Ya?  Sounds good.  BREAK!

Ai miei amici (comprendete per favore): la vita è più di dolore.

Il Mio Figlio

انا حسمت اني كنت عاوز اكتب الآخر دا بالعربية.  كلبي اسمه بوكي مات اسبوين اللي فات.  انا فكرت اته زي ابني.  درّسته كل الحاجا واشتافه كتير.  هو التذكير الأخير من اختي ليانّة

باحبك قوي يا ابني وانشاء الله حنشوفنا مرّة تانية

 اللة يسلمك حبيبي

Balla Attraverso la Vita

Hello again dear blog. I want to take this time to give a brief summary of what I have been up to of late.

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    So the first thing on the list would probably be my dancing:
      I recently cut back on my work hours by a significant amount. I now only work Saturdays. It's been quite nice actually. The biggest benefit is of course the fact that now I no longer have to go to bed before ten to ensure that I can function. That means DANCE CLUBS!!! This is important to me because I will be competing in the Open West Coast Swing competition at DanceSport this year and I need all the West Coast practice I can get. It seems like it'll be a lot of fun at the moment. My partner and I have come up with a fun routine. It still needs some polishing but it is a fun routine.
    Also, I have been fixing up Ginger (see previous post for a pic). Yesterday my white tires came in, so I put those on and she looks great! I also installed a new brake, but unfortunately in doesn't like 27" tires. I have a plan to use some ingenuity to solve the problem, rather than returning yet another brake. We will see how it turns out.

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    I need to do some homework so I will pause my updating here.
Back!
    So yesterday was a weird day. I had planned to go to Blue Tango but as I was walking there around the time it starts in order to make it in time for lessons, but before I got there I realized I wasn't really in the mood to dance, so instead I found myself taking a walk to downtown. I walked past what will soon be the second Temple in Provo. Even now, in its unfinished state, it fills me with the same awe and humility as do the other Temples I've seen.
    Eventually I found myself walking in front of Kalyn's car at which point she turned around and picked me up. We ended up back at Blue Tango after a car ride but I still had no desire to dance. I said my goodbyes and turned to walk home, but decided again to turn my feet toward the road. My destination was my friend's Mustang. He works at a community center near the dance club. I ended up spending the rest of my evening with him and his fiancé. We went to a new bar/lounge that opened up in the area called the M. It was the first time I've ever been carded to gain admission before. It was kareoke night and there were a bunch of drunk people... It would've been fun but the atmosphere wasn't nearly as inviting as we had hoped from the outward appearance. They should just turn it into a dance hall. Anyway, we decided to leave and went instead to the dry bar Spark and sat and visited for a long while. I then said goodbye and walked home. All in all a fun, though odd, evening.

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    I guess the next fun bit of news is that I am learning to code using HTML in one of my classes. To practice I actually decided to write this entire post using the html tab rather than the "Compose" feature. I actually made a website for my class.
Oh ya, and here is a link to my cover of the Rolling Stones' "Wild Horses". It isn't the best, but it was a fun song and was mostly an experiment in recording music with my Ipad.

Ai miei amici (compredete per favore): la vita è più di dolore

La Buona Vita

So, here we are again, oh blog whom I have cruelly ignored so.  I shall show you some pictures I have come across recently which I enjoyed are which are representative of changes in my life.

This is an awesome drink I found which has jalapeño oil in it.

The length of my hair the day I got it cut.

I random awesome car I saw.  I love the kid in the child seat.

I bought TOMS for my niece!

I should be a hipster model.  I wore this for a music video we were making.

I just find this funny.  Yes, those are real pumpkins...and yes, that is a minivan.

Meet Ginger, my birthday present from Kalyn. ^_^  I'm fixing her up to be a single speed/fixie.

Ok, pictures aside, what should I talk about?  I can't really think of anything exciting or funny to talk about.  Just a life update or two.  I quit working Monday through Friday because I have found myself failing my classes.  At first I thought, "I will skip homework/class just this once", but - *BAM* - six weeks passed.  So now I am dangerously close to destroying my academic standing this semester.

I am getting super excited again about dancing.  I am even toying with getting a dance minor.  I plan to try out for team next semester finally.  No doubts or worries, I am just going to do it.  I figure, I have a passion for it and it helps me stand tall (both literally and metaphorically), so why not pursue it?

Ai miei amici (compredete per favore): la vita è più di dolore

La Mùsica Che Canterò Per Ti.

    Well, a few days have passed.  I'm super tired.  I have so many epic adventures I need to write down here but I am way too tired.  I will talk about a few things which may be of interest about me though.

    First thing, I like to dance, but I never did any dancing in high school.  I didn't even like dancing then.  So why do I dance now??  The answer is Elton John.  Weird answer huh?  True though.  X my heart and hope to eat π!

    So...background story.  I was still in high school, watching tv, when a commercial came on with the song "Tiny Dancer" playing in the background.  Something about it caught my attention, and I got a strange but powerful feeling that my future wife must be a dancer.  For some reason I wanted this song to apply to her.  Still do.

    But what good is it to demand a dancer when a dancer will likely only want to marry a dancer as well?  Seems unfair to me.  So I decided to learn to dance.  That's where it started.


   Today though I heard his song "Your Song", surprisingly for the first time.  I had heard Ewan McGregor's version from the "Elephant Love Medley" of course, so the tune was familiar to me.  The original version though seemed much more powerful and again I made the decision that this song much apply to her (I'm just going to refer to my future wife with italics from now on for simplicity's sake).  I think it would make her day if I sang it for her one day.

    Anyway, just some thoughts is all.

Ai miei amici (compredete per favore): la vita è più di dolore.

Ti Amerò Per Sempre.

I don't know whether to make this post funny or serious...
Maybe both??

First an update:

    I went home to Cali and saw my family.  It was good to escape my responsibilities and leave my "real life" behind.  I was actually within a whisper of staying there for the remainder of the summer.  Unfortunately my sense of responsibility brought me back.

    While there I had an epic guitar jamming session with my Dad and my cousin Sean.  My Dad and I wrote a song together as well.  It is only instrumental; no lyrics.  I'll get a good version up eventually.

    I learned to make what is called a survival bracelet.  It's pretty nifty, but I wear it more for the look than for the practical use of 20' of rope on my wrist.  And I can weave it into cool designs like this:

    In other news, I should probably get a hair cut as it is getting kinda out of control in the back.  Oh well...

    I don't think I actually have any humorous stories for the children of the great Blogdom.  I did draw a rad picture before church yesterday though.  It was inspired by this song.  I was surprised how well I drew (and shut up...I do realize that this drawing doesn't really constitute saying I drew it "well", but compared to my usual stuff, it was quite good!)

 

    Oddly enough she is frowning but he has a slight grin.  I didn't really plan this, it just happened.  Maybe it's like my songs and it means something I didn't know I wanted to say.  Taking this into consideration I stared at it when it was finished for a good ten minutes I think.  I was quite enthralled.  I think that I must have really hit a psychological low point.  That or I somehow managed to get high on campus.

   I think I'm going to stop blogging now.

   Yes...yes I will do just that.

    Sorry for the disappointing update.

Ai miei amici (compredete per favore): la vita è più di dolore.

Ti Troverò

This song is done by Joseph Arthur and is called "In the Sun".  I heard it while watching Scrubs.  (I love Scrubs)

Anyway, I decided to give it a shot myself, because I like it so much.  The beginning is weird because my mic is adjusting, but it evens out by the time I start singing.  It is in no way near as good as Joseph Arthur's original version, but I had fun doing it anyway.

Hopefully someone will enjoy the listen.

And here are the lyrics:

I pictured you in the sun wondering what went wrong
And falling down on your knees asking for sympathy
And being caught in between all you wish for and all you seen
And trying to find anything you can feel that you can believe in

May God's love be with you
Always....
May God's love be with you

I know i would apologize if i could see your eyes
'Cause when you showed me myself, you know, i became someone else
But i was caught in between all you wish for and all you need
I pictured you fast asleep
A nightmare comes
You can't keep awake

May God's love be with you
Always...
May God's love be with you
Always...
May God's love be with you
Always...
May God's love be with you

'Cause if i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
If i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
If i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
You...
You...
I'll find you
You...

I don't know anymore
What it's for
I'm not even sure
If there is anyone who is in the sun
Will you help me to understand
'Cause i been caught in between all I wish for and all I need
Maybe you're not even sure what it's for
Any more than me

May God's love be with you
Always...
May God's love be with you
Always...
May God's love be with you
Always...
May God's love be with you

'Cause if i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
If i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
If i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
If i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
You...
You...
I'll find you
You...
I'll find you
You...
I'll find you
You...

Un Nuovo Giorno

    I sense a change coming.  Whether it's in the scents of the air or whether I can just barely see it on the horizon I am not sure.  A part of me thinks it's just my desire for change which is influencing the way I feel.  That could be it.


    I have some epic stories to tell, but I don't feel like it at the moment, so I will save them for my next post.


    Yesterday was the first day I was outside for a light summer storm.  I have forgotten how much I love them.  The warm rain isn't threatening and it never stays around for long.  Essentially it just serves to cleanse the day of its impurities.  Though yesterday seemed to wash away months worth of days.


     I am in the process of writing a new song.  It will likely be a lullaby.  Why?  I don't know.  I just decided that it should be is all.  The chords are simple, mostly G, but picked, not strummed.  It came about because some nights I struggle with getting to sleep.  I find it's usually caused by anxiety, frustration, regret, or moderate depression.  In any case, those nights, sometimes rare sometimes common, I can only fall asleep by lying in bed and playing my guitar (who still has no name, sadly enough. I think I'm just bad at naming inanimate objects which are important to me...my bike for instance).


  Usually I just play random chords, but looking back, I think I have begun to strum a pattern using specific chords.  I tend to subconsciously play those chords over and over, sometimes singing softly, until my fingers can barely move and I have to force myself to put my guitar away so as to avoid hurting it if I fall asleep.  So, I have decided to consciously write a song based on these chords which I use to lull me to sleep, and thus: a lullaby.


    On another note, I have really noticed lately that I make the biggest mistakes after having the best experiences.  The better the experience, the worse the mistake afterward.  Why is this?  One would think I would be more cautious or wise or enlightened or something after having such great experiences, but instead, I succumb to "epic failure"-itus right after.  To say this phenomena is frustrating would be an understatement, but for the sake of describing it:  IT'S FRUSTRATING.

    Well, there I've gone and proved it, text yelling solves nothing, as it is still there.  Oh well.

Ai miei amici (comprendete per favore): la vita è più di dolore.

La Vita Potrebbe Essere Bellissima.

It would seem as though my blog has died lately.  Luckily, the old adage "Blogs are like flowers: they are either watered or withered" is not true!  Blogs wither without TLC no more than that adage isn't something I just made up.   Though, I guess blogs can get covered in cyber-cobwebs... I hope that doesn't mean there was a spider on my page in my absence.  I HATE SPIDERS!!!  O.o

I wonder what a cyber-cobweb would look like?

My mind says something like this:

...creepy...


Anyway.  I suppose I should talk about something important...
Maybe I will talk about my social interactions with church members at activities.  They usually go something like this (note: this is even after me being in the ward for over a year, sad right?? wrong.) :

I guess I have already failed with my first attempt at talking about something important.  Sad...
Well let's try again!

I have been struggling of late with my getting older. I am only in my early twenties, yet I feel no less than forty-five years and seventy-three days old.  I may as well be occupying a space at a dead end job as part of my never ending treadmill walk of a career.  Sadly, I can't even say I have such a career, as I have made negative three progress in terms of choosing a career path or even a study path.  Top that off with the fact that I am single and am painfully picky with my taste in women.

Oh, and put a cherry on top which represents my complete and utter lack of ability to ever ask anyone out if I am interested in them in the least - No, not a cherry... what fruit indicates pathetic lack of confidence?? I shall google that.

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OK!!!  After looking for ugly fruits I eventually got distracted by a search for ugly animals to fulfill the purposes of my metaphor.  I present to you....THE BLOB FISH!!!

ewwwwwww......

So, apparently we have topped off my list of complaints, not with a cherry, but with a blob fish.  Sadly, this seems more fitting...

So I guess it may look something like this:

Yes.  That's better.  I think I will leave it at that for now  ^_^

Ai miei amici (comprendete per favore):  La vita è più di dolore.

Il Mio Volto Nuovo.

Once upon a time I went to Salt Lake City to get Ædea (my bike) a tune up.  This led to some time in the city to explore.  This was done by a trip to Urban Outfitters, where it was decided that I would go Indie!  Ok, well, I really only wanted a hat.

Well, I found said hat.  It was hidden on a floor level shelf under some other clothes, but its spirit was calling out to me, so I was able to sense it and give it a proper home.

Afterwords, it only seemed natural that while in a super indie store, it would be a crime against the granola-gods if I didn't try on more hipster attire.  This led to a astonishing realization that I look awesome in Indie. Even the scarf, which I hated wearing due to its bulk on my chest, looked pretty good on me.  (Not that I am full of myself at all...)  Who knows, maybe it wasn't me, but the skinny jeans?  Perhaps it was the meaningful look I have in my eyes that makes me seem as though I belong on an Indie music album cover?

So...As an extension to the Salt Lake Inde Adventure, or SLIA, I made an awesome wall design with my roommate using vinyl records.  We ended up paying only three bucks for the lot of them!  Unfortunately at least one of them falls down and crashes onto the table daily (or nightly, though I never notice because I sleep like the dead).




...and of course, no Indie look is complete without:

TOMS SHOES!!!!!!!!!


Not only do I look awesome in them (or should I say, more awesome), but they are so comfortable!!!!

Not to make light of the fact that some poor child got a pair as well due to my purchase, which is a fun feel-good fact.

And now a link to an indie song:






All I need now is a fixie bike!!!

Ai miei amici (comprendete per favore):  La vita è più di dolore.

Le Mie Ultime Parole

    So, at a Home Evening activity, we did a mental exercise to realize the value of words. Specifically this tied in to the Book of Mormon, but the medium was a final letter scribbled to our loved ones.


The setting was as follows:



    You are getting on a plane after waiting at the gate for a very long time. You are returning home. The flight attendant smiles at you as you are guided to your seat by the window. You stare down at the tarmac and eventually hear the buzzing of the engines. Pressure builds up behind you as the breaks prevent the plane from propelling itself forward to take off. Finally the breaks disengage and you are momentarily sucked deeper into your seat.
   
  

  
    As the nose of the plane lifts you feel the tickle in your stomach. The feeling does not subside as you expected it would, because it is now being fed by the sudden realization that you are finally returning home. You wonder how your sister has changed, if your father has gone gray, if your dog will recognize you. You decline any beverage from the flight attendant because you would prefer not to have to use the restroom later. It will be a long flight.
    You are shaken awake and open your eyes to see worried faces all concentrating on a figure standing at the front of the plane. As the blur leaves your vision you recognize his uniform and know he is the captain. He too looks shaken.



    "Ladies and Gentleman, I would ask of you not to panic. Such behavior would only waste precious time. I regretfully and with heavy heart inform you that I have lost all engine control, and the plane is going down.


     "We are currently over the most jagged terrain of the flight, which means a make-shift landing will not likely be plausible. What I mean to say is, I can do nothing to prevent this plane from crashing. I have estimated that we have a little less than five minutes until impact. Again, do not panic, as the next thing I have to say is very important"

You look out the window nervously.  
 
He is telling the truth.

    "We have a safe on this plane, which has a storage compartment in it. This safe has been designed to withstand massive amounts of trauma. At this time the flight attendants are passing out to you pens and paper. Please take two minutes to tell the outside world whatever it is you may want to tell them, in the likely scenario that we do not survive this event.
    We will collect the papers and place them in the safe to be recovered at some future date and distributed to whomever it is addressed to."




    In our exercise our eyes were closed as this story was read to us. At this point in the story, we took two minutes to write our last words down on paper. This was mine:

 It reads:  "Remember that we can all be together again if we just have faith and never give up.  I love you all and I will see you again soon." -(signature and a stick figure drawing)




The last words of this note are a reference to the lyrics of a song which I wrote for my late older sister, LeAnna.  I still miss her and I feel like this is what she would have told me if she had only gotten the opportunity.

Ai miei amici (comprendete per favore):  La vita è più di dolore.

La Rinascita della Speranza

    Time is passing and I still feel lost. This doesn't matter though. If I am diligent in living an honorable life, the path will be shown me.
    In a way I have forgotten who I was. Who I was meant to be. The past week my eyes have slowly been opening up to the vision of my potential self. A self without regret. A self who lives for others. It is still a hazy mirage before my face, which, though I may reach out to touch it, seems just out of reach. It is close though.

Picture by Mursh_

The tips of my fingers can sense it's tangibility and I know it is real. I should just keep reaching I guess.


    I have also been impressed of late by just how many truly wonderful friends I have. Each of them is beautiful and supportive. To them I say thank you.
    I heard a song recently, by Josh Groban, called February Song.  To me, the song describes a man, who has lost sight of what (and who) is truly important and beautiful in life.  He has good intentions and would hate to hurt those he loves, but he can't seem to overcome his weaknesses.  He promises those he failed to appreciate that he will return to them.  He will again be who they deserve for him to be to them.
  This man feels like me in so many ways.

"February Song"
Where has that old friend gone
Lost in a February song
Tell him it won't be long
Til he opens his eyes, opens his eyes
Where is that simple day
Before colors broke into shades
And how did I ever fade
Into this life, into this life

And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
When all that I've known is lost and found
I promise you I, I'll come back to you one day

Morning is waking up
And sometimes it's more than just enough
When all that you need to love
Is in front of your eyes
It's in front of your eyes

And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
Sometimes it's hard to find the ground
Cause I keep on falling as I try to get away
From this crazy world

And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
When all that I've known is lost and found
I promise you I, I'll come back to you one day

Where has that old friend gone
Lost in a February song
Tell him it won't be long
Til he opens his eyes
Opens his eyes



Ai miei amici (comprendete per favore): La vita è più di dolore.

La Vita Senza Te: Perchè Non So Chi Sei

So, I feel the need to write something...but I don't know what...
 I think I will post some fun pictures I have been taking with my phone.




This is a cool painting on a stone I saw at someone's home.





This is my new bike!!! It still hasn't got a name.





This is my home-made crawdad bisque!! What it lacks in aesthetic appeal it made up for in taste.





This is a Bucca Piñata I saw at the Creamery.





This is my brother and a blue-gill he caught.





This is me and the bass I caught.

Le Mie Cose Preferite

 HAPPY EASTER

I will list now the things that are quintessentially me;

***warning, the following block 'o text is a rant and may be skipped by the non-bored***

those activities by which I choose to define myself when given the opportunity at awkward parties or first days of class when people ask me "my hobbies" and other things which are equally uninteresting and by definition cannot truly hold a place of true importance in the mindset of these strangers who insist that I tell them.  *breathe*

***you may now stop skipping***

Anyway, here we go:


1.
 Disk Golf - I list disk golf first, not at all because it is my favorite thing, but because I just got back from playing.  For me, playing disk golf really does have to be one of my favorite activities.  This is because I have no car and the nearest disk golf course is (according to Google Maps) between 2.1 or 3.1 miles away depending on which roads I take.

  Either way is entirely uphill of course.  Which would be fine if my bike didn't look like this:

Photo courtesy U.S. Department of Defense

Ok...so maybe that's an exaggeration, but sometimes it feels comparably heavy!

So...point is, I am not the most athletic person in the world, and if I didn't love disk golfing, I wouldn't risk death by heat stroke in 34° weather to play.  ^_^


2.
  Dancing (social ballroom, not hip-hop, break-dancing, etc.)  -  Dancing makes the list for exactly one bajillion reasons; no more, no less.  But a friend of mine put it best.  For her privacy we will call her "Lindy Hop".  Lindy Hop made a list of reasons she loves social dance.  I will now, due to laziness (don't judge, I almost died of heat stroke today!) copy and paste her reasons because they are also mine:


"I love the unpredictability and challenge that comes with dancing with different people and reacting to the man's lead on the dance floor. (in my case it is the lady's following!)

I love the chance to be creative and spontaneous based on the music and my partner.

I love the variety of songs.

I love singing along to the songs while I dance.

I love the freedom to do goofy things I can't get away with in "normal" life.

I love the ability to mess up and laugh about it.

I love meeting up with old friends and dancing with them.

I love meeting other social dance lovers like me.

I love that dancing is such good exercise (hello, endorphins!).

I love wearing heels and feeling feminine. (masculine for me of course ^_^ )

I love the graceful feeling of floating on air (in certain dances)."

and finally

I love the ability to experiment; the feeling of creating something.  (That one was my original statement.  I'm not entirely a flake.)


 3.
  Music - This includes listening and playing.  When I say playing I mean trombone, guitar, piano, and bagpipes...ok, I made up bagpipes.  Sometimes I have emotions which I can't make heads or tails of until it comes out in the form of a song or lyrics.  Often I understand my most complex emotions only after I re-read my most recent songs.


4.
  There is no four yet.  I can't think of anything at the moment.




 5.
  Why would there be a five if there is no four? 

La Voce del Mio Spirito.

This is the newest song I've written.

The River

When the leaves turn brown

We all fall down.

They land all around.

We roll on the ground.

As the sun shines down,

We begin not to frown.

No clouds overhead,

But sooner or later we're all gonna bleed red!

Well you wanted to see me,

Well darlin' here you go.

Oh, do you like what you see??

'Cause this is all that's left of me.

 It's in a river that you stand

As a rock rolls by your hand.

And all you see ahead,

is where all that's passed has fled.

So you wonder where you'll go?

the future no one knows.

Oh I'm telling you my friend,

You gotta look where the river began.

So you say that you love me??
Well I say that thought's gotta go.
To find what we couldn't be now

Float off to where the river flows.

Well you wanted to see me,
Well darlin' here you are.
Oh, do you like what you see??
'Cause this is all that's left of me.

And we stayed up all night so many times
just talking, 'bout our pathetic lives.
And the river, just keeps pushin on;
My memories, they're all floatin down.

And everyone drowns.

And you really want to love me??
Well, baby, it's too late.
How could love ever be,
When there's so much fear of hate?

And you wanted to see me?
Well, darlin', here you are.
I'm barin' you my heart.
I don't think we'll get too far.

Sorry for the quality, and the fact hat my voice isn't the best either.  ^_^  Oh, and also forgive the semi long intro and the pauses mid-song to scroll down the page.  Other than that:  ENJOY! (hopefully...if not, shut up....jk ^_^) 






For my other songs check this.

Gli angeli possono riposare.

    Today is the first day of my Summer break.  I am technically still planning to attend a course in social dance through June, but due to it's innate lack of paper/busy work I don't consider it anything other than a hobby.
    I've been getting the feeling that this summer will bring many good things.  I guess we will see...

La ragione della esistenza.

So...This is my blog.  I don't know why I have a blog, and I don't know how long said blog's lifespan will be.  So there you go...the reason of the existence of my blog.

La pace del tempo.

You stand in a river gazing downstream. 

At your side is a stone; 

but 'is' becomes 'was' before you even begin to comprehend it. 

When you look ahead,

as you are used to doing to see what comes,

you see only that which has already passed. 

Only glancing back can you see what will come next. 

The future is behind you.